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Giles stared down at the books before yanking his glasses off and throwing them on the desk. Something wasn't right. The budget was balanced two days ago, and now it wasn't. How could they spend all that money in two days? They hadn't bought anything except food for the younger Slayers and clothes for them too. There was no way in bleeding hell they'd spent all of the money already.
With a frustrated sigh, he reached over for his tea cup and took a sip. A sip, which was immediately spit back into the cup. He loathed cold tea. Ticking his eyes toward the kettle, he remembered he'd used the last of the loose tea. Yes, he could go to the flat and get another tin of it, but he was rather stuck on figuring out the budget. Giles wanted to make sure there was money for Buffy, Tara, Willow, Faith, Cordelia, and Xander. He didn't think they should live in the Slayer building any longer.
"Wesley? Have you looked at this?" Giles asked as he stared down at the sheets in front of him.
When he didn't get an answer, he looked over at Wesley's desk, which was empty. When had Wesley left? And why didn't he say he was leaving? Perhaps he had and Giles had been too wrapped in the books to hear him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and started from the beginning of the books, still confused as to where all the money went.
((Open to Wesley))